Whisper
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Talking to the dead is like talking to air most of there voices is like a ghostly whisper and there image is exactly how they looked like as they get lived and the longer they go without crossing the fainter they get until you can only hear there voice then nothing. My name is Faith Hallowway and I'm a ghost whisper. I've spoken to the dead since I was 5 and even then I understood that no one would be believe me so it was kept a secret. From many of the people I love, I live in a small town in missouri called north shore. The people there are friendly but everyone has secrets all of sudden people dieing one by one dark sides come to light and they become murders. I try to stay out of it but when the murder strikes my only family left I won't him dead, I will find him and he will pay. Because know one has any idea with a single whisper of truth can do... I'll be happy to teach them.
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As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

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